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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
The Index,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.