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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
ABC,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.