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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.