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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 the Human League to the jazz 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.