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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.