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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.