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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.