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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.