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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.