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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.