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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.