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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.