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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.