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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.