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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.