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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.