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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Ossler,
UT,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.