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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.