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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.