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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.