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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Television,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.