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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.