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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.