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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.