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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.