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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Fear,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.