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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Index to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.