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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.