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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.