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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Index to the grime 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.