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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.