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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Pole,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.