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 Niger and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Young Rascals to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Nas,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.