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 Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.