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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.