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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Faust to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.