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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Can,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.