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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.