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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.