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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.