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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Index,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.