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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.