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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.