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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.