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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.