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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.