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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.