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 Russia and from Halifax.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.