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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.