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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Japan,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.