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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Gong,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.