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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Nas,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.