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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.