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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.