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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ossler to the rock 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Index,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.