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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Vainqueur 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.