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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Qualms 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Slave,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.