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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.