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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.