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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
MDC,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.