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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.