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 Barbados and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.