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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.