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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.