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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.