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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 John Cale to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Ronan,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.