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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.