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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
The Monks,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Organ,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.