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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.