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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.