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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.