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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.