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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.