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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.