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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.