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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.