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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.