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 Singapore 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.