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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Television,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.