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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Interpol,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.