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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.