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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.