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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.