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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
PIL,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.