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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Television,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.