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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.