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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.