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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Ronan,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.