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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.