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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Smog,
ABC,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.