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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.