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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment 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?
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.