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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.