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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Mummies to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.