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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
X-101,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.