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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.