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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
John Holt,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.