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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.