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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.