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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.