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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.