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 Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.