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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.