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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.