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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.