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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.