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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.