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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.