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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.