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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson 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?
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Monks,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.