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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K 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?
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.