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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.