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 China and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras 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?
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.