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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.