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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.