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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Gong,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.