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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Pagans,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.