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 Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.