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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.