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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Jandek,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.