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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.