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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.