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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.