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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.