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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.