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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Ronan,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.