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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.