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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.