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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.