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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.