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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.