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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.