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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
PIL,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.