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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.