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 Swaziland 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.