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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.