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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
The Standells,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.