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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.