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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Organ,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.