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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.