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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Moebius 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Hoover,
ABC,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
The Move,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.