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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.