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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.