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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Urselle,
The Move,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.