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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Krayola to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.