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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.