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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.