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 Mexico and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.