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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.