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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.