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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Slave,
Monks,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Visage,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.