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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.