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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.