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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.