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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Q65,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.