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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians 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?
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.