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 Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Swans,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.