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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.