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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.