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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.