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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.