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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.