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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.