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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.