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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.