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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.