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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.