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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.