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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Q65,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.