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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.