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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.