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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.