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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Mars,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.