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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 the Human League to the disco 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.