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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Can,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Nas,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.