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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.