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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.