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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.