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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
UT,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.