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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.