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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.