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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.