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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.