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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis 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?
Television Personalities,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.