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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.