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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.