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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.