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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.