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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.