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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the techno 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.