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 Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.