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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.