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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.