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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.