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 Australia and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz 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?
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.