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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 MDC to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.