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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Niagra,
The Evens,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.