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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.