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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.