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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.