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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.