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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.