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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.