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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.