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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.