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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.