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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.