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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.