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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Visage,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.