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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.