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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
cv313,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.