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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Index,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.