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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.