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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Nico,
The Index,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.