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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.