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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.