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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy 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?
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.