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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.