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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.