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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.