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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.