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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.