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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.