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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.