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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.