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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.