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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.