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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Pylon,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.