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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.