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 Iran 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Organ,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.