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 Benin 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.