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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Technova,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.