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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.