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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.