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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.