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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Can,
a-ha,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.