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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.