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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Divine Comedy to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.