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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Organ,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.