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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.