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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.