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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.