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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
UT,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.