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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.