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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.