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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.