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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Jandek,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.