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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.