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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Fear,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.