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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.