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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Mars,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.