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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 10cc to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.