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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.