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 Slovakia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.