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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.