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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.