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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.