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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.