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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Organ,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.