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 Albania 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.