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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
DNA,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.