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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Q and Not U to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.