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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.