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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.