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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
CMW,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.