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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Zapp,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.