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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.