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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.