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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.