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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Shoche,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.