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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.