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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.