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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.