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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.