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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.