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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.