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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.