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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Q65,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.