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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.