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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.