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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.