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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.