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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.