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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.