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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
UT,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.