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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.