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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.