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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Mars,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.