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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.