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 India and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.