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 China and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
10cc,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.