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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Lalann,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.