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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.