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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.