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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Index to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
10cc,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.