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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Knickerbockers 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Fear,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
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The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.