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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.