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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.