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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.