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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.