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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.