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 San Marino 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.