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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.