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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.