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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
UT,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Japan,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.