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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Can,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.