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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Moebius to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.