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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Fear,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Wings,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.