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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.