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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Black Dice to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.