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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Moebius,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.