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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.