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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.