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 Mali and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.