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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.