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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.