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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 ABC 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.