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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.