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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.