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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.