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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.