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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
JFA,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.