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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.