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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Wire,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Index,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.