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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.