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 Guyana 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.