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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.