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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.