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 Guatemala and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Organ,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.