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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.