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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Associates to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
PIL,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.