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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.