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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Japan,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.