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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.