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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Quantec,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.