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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.