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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.