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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.