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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.