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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.