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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.