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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.