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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.