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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.