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 India and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 rhodes 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 Icehouse to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.