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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.