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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.