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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Seeds,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
PIL,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.