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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.