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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Fear,
The Remains,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.