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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.