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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
cv313,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.