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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.