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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.