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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
The Index,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.