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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fortunes to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding 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.