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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Japan,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.