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 Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.