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 Gabon 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.