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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.