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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.