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 Papua New Guinea 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 LL Cool J 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
X-102,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.