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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Index,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.