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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.