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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.