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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Country Teasers to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Can,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.