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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.