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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.