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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Hashim,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.