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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.