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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.