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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.