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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.