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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 the Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.