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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.