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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.