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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.