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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.