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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.