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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.