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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 Paris and Shanghai.
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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.