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 Mongolia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.