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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.