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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.