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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.