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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.