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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Residents,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.