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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.