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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Gong,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.