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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.