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 Angola 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.