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 Uruguay 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Brick,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.