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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
X-102,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.