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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.