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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.