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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.