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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
UT,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.