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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.