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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.