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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.