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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.