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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Can,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Index,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.