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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.