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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.