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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.