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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.