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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.