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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
UT,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Smog,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.