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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Japan,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
the Germs,
The Index,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.