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 Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.