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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.