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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.