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 the UAE 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.