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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 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 Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
The Index,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.