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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
John Holt,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.