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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.