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 Liechtenstein 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.