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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
cv313,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.