Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.