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 China 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.