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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.