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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.