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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.