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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.