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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.