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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.