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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.