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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.