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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.