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 Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Organ,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.