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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.