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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.