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 Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.