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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.