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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
DNA,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.