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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.