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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.