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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.