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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.