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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.