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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Invisible to the rap 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
the Association,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Nas,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.