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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.