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 Dominica and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 oboe 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Ten City,
The Move,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.