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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.