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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.