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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 10cc to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.