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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.