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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.