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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Faust,
The Residents,
John Cale,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.