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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
PIL,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.