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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.