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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.