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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.