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 Bangladesh 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.