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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.