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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.