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 Albania and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.