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 Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.