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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.