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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.