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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.