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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.