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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.