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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.