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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.