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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.