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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.