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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.