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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.