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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.