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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Pagans,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.