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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.