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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
New Order,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.