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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Magma,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.