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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
MC5,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.