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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.