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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.