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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.