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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.