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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.