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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.