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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.