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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.