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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.