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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.