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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Fall,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.