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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.