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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.