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 Haiti and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Pole,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.