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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Index,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.