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 Papua New Guinea 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.