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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.