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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronan to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.