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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Nico,
cv313,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Crime,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.