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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.