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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.