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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Move,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.