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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.