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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Doors to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.