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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.