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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.