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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the grime 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.