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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.