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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.