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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.