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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.