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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Darondo,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.