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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
MC5,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
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.