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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 The Human League to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.