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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.