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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Yaz,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.