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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Wire,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.